Ashley Runkel Whore ❤️

About Stuttgart

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, we talkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Like, straight up, the word "whore" got me wildin’! Hits me like a bomb in *The Hurt Locker*—BOOM, "You’re in the kill zone, baby!" I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a vibe, chaotic as hell, like me, Eric Andre, spillin’ absurd tea all over. You ever see a whore workin’ it, struttin’ like they own the street? Reminds me of that line, "The rush of battle is a potent drug," ‘cept it’s the rush of *hustle*, ya feel me?

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We stopped to visit Runkel Castle on the 31st of July on our way between the Rhein Valley and Hameln. This fascinating castle is one of our favorites in Germany, because it is relatively .

Oh, buddy, I could go on. Sometimes my head spins with memories of customers laughin’ until they cried right outside the old fountain in Marktgasse. That fountain’s a magnet for stories – some epic, some a total joke. And, bet I told ya – a true pop-culture moment: like when I accidentally dropped a tray of hot stones during a mani session, and the room burst into laughter. Pure Almost Famous vibe, man!

Burlington sister and brother now back-to-back Grand Champions at Wisconsin State Fair